I lick at my bottom lip. “A hundred times, huh?” I tease.
Sam rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Y-e-a-h,” he drawls.
I tilt my head to the side. “Was I good?”
He snorts and throws his arm over my shoulders, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Every damn time.”
A shiver runs up my spine. “Really?”
“Yup. And you know what?” he says, desire pooling in his eyes.
“What?”
“When I’m ready, babe, I’m gonna give it to you so good,” he says, and dots a kiss on my neck. “Because you deserve the best.”
I turn my body and smack a loud kiss to his lips. “I’ll hold you to that, Sam Marshall.”